Islands are magical; even the non-tropical ones. I've always heard how beautiful the San Juan Islands are, so I finally went there. After reading an article about "glamping," or glamour camping, and its recommendation of Lakedale Resort at Three Lakes on San Juan Island, I made plans a few months ago. It was cheaper than any other accommodations on the island (and still not cheap), and I viewed it as a most awesome adventure.
After a two-hour drive north and west to Anacortes, I boarded the ferry to the island. The scenery along the way was beautiful but I didn't see any whales, darn it. The ferry ride is an hour and a half; much longer than many I've taken before. I rolled off the ferry at Friday Harbor at about 5:30 p.m., and drove straight to Lakedale so I could settle in before it got dark.
My "room" was a canvas wall tent complete with a wooden floor, very comfortable queen size bed with great linens, a table and chairs and my own fire pit outside with more chairs around it. Much to my dismay, I never did get a fire going. I've lost all my Camp Fire Girl skills! I almost got one started then it started to sprinkle so I gave up! The tent had no heat or electricity, just a Coleman lamp and a flashlight to make my way to the communal ladies/shower/potty facility. I worried I'd freeze to death or get eaten by a bear.
Neither happened! That tent was wonderful, and there are no bears on the island!!
Lakedale is just about halfway between Friday Harbor and the lovely little village of Roche Harbor. Not really knowing my way around, and the fact that it was getting dark, I decided to go up Roche Harbor Road a couple of miles to a restaurant called Duck Soup Inn for dinner.
Rustic, yet totally elegant, this is the ultimate date restaurant - in the middle of nowhere! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven over the food. I started with the ginger carrot soup finished with a dolop of basil mint feta, which was absolutely heavenly. The house salad had a touch of feta and a light, flavorful dressing. And - the homemade bread came with a anchois butter - emulsified olive oil with garlic and lemon which was just heavenly. For my entree I had the saffron seafood stew which was served over polenta and included fresh oysters, shrimp, salmon and clams. Just when I didn't think it could get any better I had the vanilla creme brulee and totally screwed up the diet, but it was irrestible. Not only that, I had two glasses of a 2007 Cabernet Franc from San Juan Vineyards, which is no longer available, and it went down like butter, baby! I highly, highly recommend this restaurant. I've been around a bit, and this is one of the best in the world. Bon Appetit, Gourmet, and Travel and Leisure magazines have all endorsed the Duck Soup Inn.
Back at the tent, it was so dark I almost got lost getting back to the tent from the bathroom facility! I had to have a nice couple point me in the right direction! It rained overnight, and was sort of lousy in the morning, so I poked around the farmer's market and the shops in Friday Harbor, then had a good lunch of salmon tacos at The Downrigger. Nice water view, good salmon. Seafood, seafood, seafood right? Hey, this is an island!
As the weather cleared and the day became quite lovely, I drove up to the lovely little village of Roche Harbor. Truly, this is a village - no mayor, no school....it's there because the town was established in 1886 due to rich lime deposits. This was once a boom town, sort like the Alaska Gold Rush. Now, most of the buildings are on the historic register. Lovely boats dot the tranquil harbor, and new summer "cottages" have sprung up for part-timers or retirees. Could be a great place to retire someday.
From there I drove south to Lime Kiln point on the west side of the island to see the lighthouse and watch for whales. Apparently the whales had moved up north toward Vancouver, B.C., but the view was still spectacular, and the lighthouse was magical. I had dinner back in Roche Harbor at an old, old place - McMillens, which was named after the town's founders and was once their home. Quaint and lovely, the food was fine but nothing like Duck Soup Inn!
Another rainy night with thunder, but I thought it was a dream. In the morning it cleared up, and I broke camp(!) at 11 a.m. the official check-out time. Very cool experience. I even met a new friend, a lady who biked all the way up there from Vancouver, Washington! She was cool - an attorney, and single mother of four daughters, who unwinds with obviously very long bike rides!
I stopped at San Juan Vineyards to buy some of the Cab Franc, only to find out that indeed, it's all gone, available at only a few fine restaurants like Duck Soup Inn. However, I did the tasting and still packed off four bottles and a few other trinkets.
Now what would a camping or glamping trip be without at least one animal/insect encounter? So, I'm standing at the tasting bar in my rubber boots, and all of a sudden I'm in pain - something is attacking my leg! I whipped my boot off and pulled up my pant leg, and I'll be damned if a yellow jacket didn't fly up my pant leg and sting me - then he flew out! The winery owner ran and got me something to put on it to take some of the sting out. I was pretty scared because I'd never been bitten by one before and didn't know if I'd have an allergic reaction, but thankfully I did not. I still hurts though. I hope the little bastard died afer he bit me!
So, back on the ferry and back home to Seattle - about 48 hours after I left. It was too short, but at least I've been there now and I do want to go back. I highly recommend Lakedale Resort (they have cabins and a lodge, too) and Duck Soup Inn. Memorable.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Bumbershoot - And, one year later
A year ago this weekend I was unpacking, wondering what have I done, moving to a city where I knew 2 people. Many of my friends thought I was crazy - or brave - or whatever. The year has gone fast, but in a way I feel like I've been here a long time. Much has happened. It feels like home.
I like it here. Contrary to popular opinion, the people here are totally nice. I had my first party last weekend, and eight people came that I did not know a year ago. It was a good time. Everyone got along famously!
So, I have new friends, and I have a job, although it's a lot of stress for very little pay, but I guess that's just part of the "new" normal in this sad economy.
Yesterday I attended my second ever Bumbershoot. Bumbershoot is a three-day celebration of music and art - all things I love - in it's 40th year. I chose to go Saturday because I thought it would be cool to see Bob Dylan, the legend, the headliner. I saw him 10 years ago for the first time and was very impressed.
Not so this time. He had a great band behind him, but Lord, the vocals (his) were horrid. He basically just croaks now. If it's an old song that's great because you can (sort of ) recognize it, but the newer material which I am not familiar with, is unrecognizable. You can't understand a damn word he's singing. I was tired and getting cold, and I admit, for the first time in my life, I left a concert mid-set. So shoot me if you're a big Dylan fan, but I couldn't take it anymore. I kept wishing a guest vocalist would step in.
However, Neko Case, a singer-songwriter originally from Tacoma of all places, was beautiful. She played the Main Stage before Dylan. I'm not familiar with all of her songs, but she is a lovely songstress with a bright future.
Earlier I caught Wheedle's Groove, a Seattle band with I swear about a dozen people in the band, on one of the secondary stages, and they were awesome! They are a funk/soul band that have been around since 1965 - mostly black dudes, dressed to the nines and totally soulful! You couldn't help but move! I've got to catch them again! They did a James Brown song and totally ripped it up!
Bumbershoot is fun; there are many options for entertainment, food and vendors, but I have to bitch about the beer gardens. I don't like beer, and all they offered was Barefoot wine, which totally sucks. I mean, come on - with all of the fabulous Washington wines, this is the best they can do? Yuk.
So, what now? I'm still in the same apartment I moved into when I got here. Even after looking around more, I realize I've got a pretty good deal here given that many places don't allow pets, and of course I have my darling Abbey. I'd like to buy, but given the job situation, it's not feasible now.
I've had my heart broken once since I've been here. So what's new there? All I can say about dating in Seattle is that the odds are good, but the goods are odd!
I'll survive. I always do.
I like it here. Contrary to popular opinion, the people here are totally nice. I had my first party last weekend, and eight people came that I did not know a year ago. It was a good time. Everyone got along famously!
So, I have new friends, and I have a job, although it's a lot of stress for very little pay, but I guess that's just part of the "new" normal in this sad economy.
Yesterday I attended my second ever Bumbershoot. Bumbershoot is a three-day celebration of music and art - all things I love - in it's 40th year. I chose to go Saturday because I thought it would be cool to see Bob Dylan, the legend, the headliner. I saw him 10 years ago for the first time and was very impressed.
Not so this time. He had a great band behind him, but Lord, the vocals (his) were horrid. He basically just croaks now. If it's an old song that's great because you can (sort of ) recognize it, but the newer material which I am not familiar with, is unrecognizable. You can't understand a damn word he's singing. I was tired and getting cold, and I admit, for the first time in my life, I left a concert mid-set. So shoot me if you're a big Dylan fan, but I couldn't take it anymore. I kept wishing a guest vocalist would step in.
However, Neko Case, a singer-songwriter originally from Tacoma of all places, was beautiful. She played the Main Stage before Dylan. I'm not familiar with all of her songs, but she is a lovely songstress with a bright future.
Earlier I caught Wheedle's Groove, a Seattle band with I swear about a dozen people in the band, on one of the secondary stages, and they were awesome! They are a funk/soul band that have been around since 1965 - mostly black dudes, dressed to the nines and totally soulful! You couldn't help but move! I've got to catch them again! They did a James Brown song and totally ripped it up!
Bumbershoot is fun; there are many options for entertainment, food and vendors, but I have to bitch about the beer gardens. I don't like beer, and all they offered was Barefoot wine, which totally sucks. I mean, come on - with all of the fabulous Washington wines, this is the best they can do? Yuk.
So, what now? I'm still in the same apartment I moved into when I got here. Even after looking around more, I realize I've got a pretty good deal here given that many places don't allow pets, and of course I have my darling Abbey. I'd like to buy, but given the job situation, it's not feasible now.
I've had my heart broken once since I've been here. So what's new there? All I can say about dating in Seattle is that the odds are good, but the goods are odd!
I'll survive. I always do.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Chris Isaak at Chateau Ste. Michelle
Live music is a wonderful thing. I don't know what I would do without it. It makes me feel incredibly alive. Friday night at the lovely grounds of the Chateau Ste. Michelle winery in Woodinville, singer/songwriter/rock-star Chris Isaak thanked us all for coming out to support live music, because where else would he get to wear that suit?!
The suit was a very jewel tone blue, with all kinds of bling going on. I thought Elvis was in the house for a minute. Isaak has a voice like silk as we know, but he's also very funny.
This was my first time at a concert at Chateau Ste. Michelle, and a first time seeing Isaak and his band. We couldn't have asked for a more perfect evening. Clear and warm, with the occasional hot air balloon passing overhead. Wineries are a great concert venue; you can buy a bottle of good wine, and take it to your seat or space on the lawn, no problem. The food vendors at this show were better than average, too. I got three super yummy crab cakes and coleslaw for $15 - which I chased down with a lovely Sauvignon Blanc. Good times!
Isaak not only "played" with the audience, but he came out amongst us! And guess where he strolled, while singing an Elvis tune (of all things)...within a foot of me! He came off stage with a remote mic, and walked up one pathway, then sat in this one girl's chair and continued singing. It was hilarious! Then, he hooked a right, and I was almost close enough to touch him. Needless to say, I got a good look at him, and yes, he's nice looking, but he does have a funny looking nose.
Back on stage, he and his band tore it up, thrilling the audience with the likes of "Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing," "San Francisco Days," and the gorgeous "Wicked Game."
I do have one complaint about Chateau Ste. Michelle - no cameras. I had to hike a considerable distance to take my camera back to my car (in hot weather). Seems kind of silly, because when Isaak was up close and personal, everybody took out their cell phones and started either taking still shots, or taking video of the whole thing.
Nonetheless, can't beat a live show, especially outside on a beautiful night, with good food and wine!
The suit was a very jewel tone blue, with all kinds of bling going on. I thought Elvis was in the house for a minute. Isaak has a voice like silk as we know, but he's also very funny.
This was my first time at a concert at Chateau Ste. Michelle, and a first time seeing Isaak and his band. We couldn't have asked for a more perfect evening. Clear and warm, with the occasional hot air balloon passing overhead. Wineries are a great concert venue; you can buy a bottle of good wine, and take it to your seat or space on the lawn, no problem. The food vendors at this show were better than average, too. I got three super yummy crab cakes and coleslaw for $15 - which I chased down with a lovely Sauvignon Blanc. Good times!
Isaak not only "played" with the audience, but he came out amongst us! And guess where he strolled, while singing an Elvis tune (of all things)...within a foot of me! He came off stage with a remote mic, and walked up one pathway, then sat in this one girl's chair and continued singing. It was hilarious! Then, he hooked a right, and I was almost close enough to touch him. Needless to say, I got a good look at him, and yes, he's nice looking, but he does have a funny looking nose.
Back on stage, he and his band tore it up, thrilling the audience with the likes of "Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing," "San Francisco Days," and the gorgeous "Wicked Game."
I do have one complaint about Chateau Ste. Michelle - no cameras. I had to hike a considerable distance to take my camera back to my car (in hot weather). Seems kind of silly, because when Isaak was up close and personal, everybody took out their cell phones and started either taking still shots, or taking video of the whole thing.
Nonetheless, can't beat a live show, especially outside on a beautiful night, with good food and wine!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Michael Franti and Spearhead at Marymoor Park
Life is no picnic. As the great recession drags on, the war in Afghanistan gets bloodier (and more complicated) and oil plagues the gulf coast - it's hard to smile.
Michael Franti and Spearhead are the cure for the blues, the feel-good band of the decade and wildly talented. I met Michael, guitarist J Boogie, bass player Carl Young and singer Jolene back in March when I won a seat for a private concert in 103.7 The Mountain's music lounge. I was hooked. They are genuinely nice people, and Michael defines warmth and truth. On stage at Marymoor were also the drummer Manas Itene, Dave Shulon on guitar and Raliegh Neal II on keyboards.
Saturday night at Marymoor Park in Redmond was not ideal as far as the weather goes. It had rained pretty much all day, but the air was still and warm. The opening act, the Flobots got the crowd warmed up, but it was Spearhead we were hungry for. I hate to admit it, but I was in the restroom, then getting another glass of wine so I missed their grand entrance! But I was back in my fifth row (!) seat (actually standing) for "Rude Boys Back in Town," and the fun never stopped all night!
Michael is a believer in peace. He has recently opened a yoga retreat in Bali. When the band did the song "Hey World (Don't Give up Version)," I was mesmerized. The song begins "tell me why the grass was greener/years ago I swear it used to grow here/but no more here/ tell me why / on this hill/ all the birds they used to come to fly here/ come to die here....."
The song makes you stop and think, and listen. I couldn't take my eyes off this gentle man.
But hey! Then I felt like a kid again when the band launched into "The Sound of Sunshine," the title cut off their upcoming CD set to drop Sept. 21. As the title implies, it's a happy tune. Out of nowhere, probably 50 beach balls were floating around, being volleyed by the crowd, and I found myself competitively whacking at the things! It was so much fun - to feel so alive.
"Say Hey (I Love You)" put these guys on the map, and of course they broke it out toward the end. To make it even sweeter, Michael called for the all the kids in the audience to come on stage and join in. Wow! There were a lot of kids there, too!! Obviously families dig Spearhead, too! The whole audience joined in while the kids and Michael grooved it out on stage. It was very heartwarming. "Everyone deserves Music," is another killer anthem that had me in tingles!
I have to add my own kudos for J Boogie. I love this guy. He's always so damn happy! When we met, I remarked on his infectious smile, and he said he couldn't help but notice mine! Just a great guy - unpretentious, like Michael. And, he's cute!
Here's my take....in 1996 I saw the Dave Matthews Band for the first time before they were the enormous rock power house that they are today. I was in the second row and it took my breath away. Now, I've met Michael, J Boogie etal, seen them in full action from row 5 - and I predict I'm going to love to tell this tale to my eventual grandkids, because Michael Franti and Spearhead are headed to the center of the musical universe. Go see them NOW!!! I beg and plead of any one reading this. Life got you down? Economy sucks? It's all okay at a Spearhead concert.
Michael Franti and Spearhead are the cure for the blues, the feel-good band of the decade and wildly talented. I met Michael, guitarist J Boogie, bass player Carl Young and singer Jolene back in March when I won a seat for a private concert in 103.7 The Mountain's music lounge. I was hooked. They are genuinely nice people, and Michael defines warmth and truth. On stage at Marymoor were also the drummer Manas Itene, Dave Shulon on guitar and Raliegh Neal II on keyboards.
Saturday night at Marymoor Park in Redmond was not ideal as far as the weather goes. It had rained pretty much all day, but the air was still and warm. The opening act, the Flobots got the crowd warmed up, but it was Spearhead we were hungry for. I hate to admit it, but I was in the restroom, then getting another glass of wine so I missed their grand entrance! But I was back in my fifth row (!) seat (actually standing) for "Rude Boys Back in Town," and the fun never stopped all night!
Michael is a believer in peace. He has recently opened a yoga retreat in Bali. When the band did the song "Hey World (Don't Give up Version)," I was mesmerized. The song begins "tell me why the grass was greener/years ago I swear it used to grow here/but no more here/ tell me why / on this hill/ all the birds they used to come to fly here/ come to die here....."
The song makes you stop and think, and listen. I couldn't take my eyes off this gentle man.
But hey! Then I felt like a kid again when the band launched into "The Sound of Sunshine," the title cut off their upcoming CD set to drop Sept. 21. As the title implies, it's a happy tune. Out of nowhere, probably 50 beach balls were floating around, being volleyed by the crowd, and I found myself competitively whacking at the things! It was so much fun - to feel so alive.
"Say Hey (I Love You)" put these guys on the map, and of course they broke it out toward the end. To make it even sweeter, Michael called for the all the kids in the audience to come on stage and join in. Wow! There were a lot of kids there, too!! Obviously families dig Spearhead, too! The whole audience joined in while the kids and Michael grooved it out on stage. It was very heartwarming. "Everyone deserves Music," is another killer anthem that had me in tingles!
I have to add my own kudos for J Boogie. I love this guy. He's always so damn happy! When we met, I remarked on his infectious smile, and he said he couldn't help but notice mine! Just a great guy - unpretentious, like Michael. And, he's cute!
Here's my take....in 1996 I saw the Dave Matthews Band for the first time before they were the enormous rock power house that they are today. I was in the second row and it took my breath away. Now, I've met Michael, J Boogie etal, seen them in full action from row 5 - and I predict I'm going to love to tell this tale to my eventual grandkids, because Michael Franti and Spearhead are headed to the center of the musical universe. Go see them NOW!!! I beg and plead of any one reading this. Life got you down? Economy sucks? It's all okay at a Spearhead concert.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Alki in the summertime
I can't believe I haven't blogged in five weeks. I've been to Alaska and back for a marvelous wedding, and time has just slipped away.
So, today in Seattle we set a record high. It's so beautiful I gathered up Abbey after dinner for a long walk down at Alki beach/drive. One of the reasons I settled in West Seattle was because I love it down there. I love it even more now.
A sweet little house caught my eye, one I've never really noticed before. It's heart warming to see these little cottages that have refused to give in to the condo developers! A man was outside watering, so I went over to admire his little beach house and see if perhaps he was ever thinking of selling it. It turns out he owns three out of four of these little cottages all in a row, and rents out the other two, but likes to keep the one I was admiring for his family and close friends as a beach house.
He invited me in to look at it, and oh God, I could so live there. It's just a one bedroom with another den type room, but has one and one half baths, and it's all redone inside. From the living/kitchen you're looking directly out over Elliott Bay at the Space Needle across the water. He's not interested in selling it and I couldn't afford it right now, but I have set my mind; I will live down there somehow. I have his business card, and plan to keep in touch in case one of the rentals comes up when my lease ends. I really want my own place, but you never know.
But what a lovely man to let me peek inside and to take the time to talk to me. People in Seattle are really nice. To all the nay-sayer's who told me not to move here because of the so-called snotty people, I can tell you they are a lot snottier in small towns where the big fish think their shit doesn't stink! I have lovely co-workers and a very special someone I love to spend time with when possible. I am blessed right now!
So, today in Seattle we set a record high. It's so beautiful I gathered up Abbey after dinner for a long walk down at Alki beach/drive. One of the reasons I settled in West Seattle was because I love it down there. I love it even more now.
A sweet little house caught my eye, one I've never really noticed before. It's heart warming to see these little cottages that have refused to give in to the condo developers! A man was outside watering, so I went over to admire his little beach house and see if perhaps he was ever thinking of selling it. It turns out he owns three out of four of these little cottages all in a row, and rents out the other two, but likes to keep the one I was admiring for his family and close friends as a beach house.
He invited me in to look at it, and oh God, I could so live there. It's just a one bedroom with another den type room, but has one and one half baths, and it's all redone inside. From the living/kitchen you're looking directly out over Elliott Bay at the Space Needle across the water. He's not interested in selling it and I couldn't afford it right now, but I have set my mind; I will live down there somehow. I have his business card, and plan to keep in touch in case one of the rentals comes up when my lease ends. I really want my own place, but you never know.
But what a lovely man to let me peek inside and to take the time to talk to me. People in Seattle are really nice. To all the nay-sayer's who told me not to move here because of the so-called snotty people, I can tell you they are a lot snottier in small towns where the big fish think their shit doesn't stink! I have lovely co-workers and a very special someone I love to spend time with when possible. I am blessed right now!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Kayaking 101
I've been watching people slicing through the water in kayaks on Puget Sound, thinking how fun it looks. So, I decided it was high time I tried it! Trusting the weather man who swore it would be 65 and sunny today, I scheduled a 2 p.m. with Alki Beach Tours for Kayaking 101. I was the only student! Turned out to be a bit cloudy and drizzly, but there was no wind, so the water was calm, thank God.
My instructor, Ben, originally from Hawaii, has been sea kayaking for 30 years, teaching here for four years. He was very nice, very aware of safety, especially when I told him I really can't swim worth a darn! We spent an hour on the ground before we even hit the water, so I could learn about the boat, how to maintain proper balance once in the cockpit, putting on the PFD, etc. You do get wet...you have to get your feet in the water to get in the kayak. I wore aqua-socks that I've had for years, which was a smart move. However Ben had on a $400 dry suit - a total advantage. I was not as warm and cozy as he was! Didn't matter...once I got moving, I warmed up fast.
We were out on the bay about an hour, just learning the basics. I learned how to paddle of course, turn, go in a circle, go backwards, and stop. My upper back and shoulders are going to be sore tomorrow!
A large group was going out on a tour, and it was hilarious watching them. Half of them didn't know what the hell they were doing, and there was a lot of laughing as they headed out to God knows where. They were all two to three to a kayak - I was in my own, as was Ben. I really had a good time.
See, I have a pretty strong fear of water, so this was a big move for me. I don't think I'd do it in rough water, but on a nice day with calm water, this could be very therapeutic for me.
I love living here.
My instructor, Ben, originally from Hawaii, has been sea kayaking for 30 years, teaching here for four years. He was very nice, very aware of safety, especially when I told him I really can't swim worth a darn! We spent an hour on the ground before we even hit the water, so I could learn about the boat, how to maintain proper balance once in the cockpit, putting on the PFD, etc. You do get wet...you have to get your feet in the water to get in the kayak. I wore aqua-socks that I've had for years, which was a smart move. However Ben had on a $400 dry suit - a total advantage. I was not as warm and cozy as he was! Didn't matter...once I got moving, I warmed up fast.
We were out on the bay about an hour, just learning the basics. I learned how to paddle of course, turn, go in a circle, go backwards, and stop. My upper back and shoulders are going to be sore tomorrow!
A large group was going out on a tour, and it was hilarious watching them. Half of them didn't know what the hell they were doing, and there was a lot of laughing as they headed out to God knows where. They were all two to three to a kayak - I was in my own, as was Ben. I really had a good time.
See, I have a pretty strong fear of water, so this was a big move for me. I don't think I'd do it in rough water, but on a nice day with calm water, this could be very therapeutic for me.
I love living here.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Putting it all in perspective - or - dead rat by the sidewalk
My car had been doing weird things. Idling really rough, stalling, oil light coming on and off intermittently, and then the dreaded check engine light.
I was about to take it to the BMW dealership, and my new boss said no! Take it next door to Big O - it will cost less and they're really good. I am aware the dealership really does sort of puff things up, and so I took my boss up on his suggestion. It took almost 2 days, but I got the car back and it runs like a new car! I'm so happy, even though it still cost me just over a grand.
Here's the deal. This car has been wonderful. This is the first really major thing to happen to it, and she's just about to hit 100,000 miles, an unheard of number for me. I usually get rid of them before that, but times such as they are, and the fact that it is such a wonderful car, which is paid for, well, what could I do.
The problem, I was told, was the PCV valve (positive crankcase ventilation aka oil separator). The mechanic said this is common in BMW's with substantial miles. It was totally clogged which also mucked up a bunch of valve covers. To get to this rascal, they had to practically tear the car apart (it's under the intake manifold). I went over several times, and at one point I could barely look - all I could think was, do they know where everything goes back? Anyway, all is well with the car now.
Yesterday the Big O folks gave me a ride home. But this morning I had to take the bus. Thank God I left early. After one transfer, I was dumped off by Safeco Field, and had to walk I bet a mile to work. It was cold, and early, and I had on wedgies.
So, off I go. Not the greatest stretch of road in the morning. First I see a dead rat in the dirt by the sidewalk. I stopped to mourn him. What a bummer to be a rat, and dead I thought. So, I go a little further and I notice something under an off-ramp. As I got closer, I realized it was a homeless person. He or she was sleeping, and I had to do a double take at how compact and organized his/her space was. But it made me sad. I wasn't afraid of any of this, just aware.
So, I'm a thousand bucks poorer. Big deal. I have a car and I'm not sleeping in it. Sure, I've had my challenges the last oh, 10 years, but I am blessed. I know this.
I was about to take it to the BMW dealership, and my new boss said no! Take it next door to Big O - it will cost less and they're really good. I am aware the dealership really does sort of puff things up, and so I took my boss up on his suggestion. It took almost 2 days, but I got the car back and it runs like a new car! I'm so happy, even though it still cost me just over a grand.
Here's the deal. This car has been wonderful. This is the first really major thing to happen to it, and she's just about to hit 100,000 miles, an unheard of number for me. I usually get rid of them before that, but times such as they are, and the fact that it is such a wonderful car, which is paid for, well, what could I do.
The problem, I was told, was the PCV valve (positive crankcase ventilation aka oil separator). The mechanic said this is common in BMW's with substantial miles. It was totally clogged which also mucked up a bunch of valve covers. To get to this rascal, they had to practically tear the car apart (it's under the intake manifold). I went over several times, and at one point I could barely look - all I could think was, do they know where everything goes back? Anyway, all is well with the car now.
Yesterday the Big O folks gave me a ride home. But this morning I had to take the bus. Thank God I left early. After one transfer, I was dumped off by Safeco Field, and had to walk I bet a mile to work. It was cold, and early, and I had on wedgies.
So, off I go. Not the greatest stretch of road in the morning. First I see a dead rat in the dirt by the sidewalk. I stopped to mourn him. What a bummer to be a rat, and dead I thought. So, I go a little further and I notice something under an off-ramp. As I got closer, I realized it was a homeless person. He or she was sleeping, and I had to do a double take at how compact and organized his/her space was. But it made me sad. I wasn't afraid of any of this, just aware.
So, I'm a thousand bucks poorer. Big deal. I have a car and I'm not sleeping in it. Sure, I've had my challenges the last oh, 10 years, but I am blessed. I know this.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
First day on the new job
This is going to be fun! I am now working part-time (9 a.m. - 1 p.m.) at Pacific Galleries, a huge antique/art auction house and mall. I still haven't made it all the way through all the vendors in the mall, because it's so huge, but there are gorgeous furniture, lamps, jewelry and collectibles everywhere! Now I understand where all that stuff goes when mom and dad die, and they never got rid of anything - and the kids didn't want it!
So, I'm on the auction side. They just had an auction Sunday and Monday, so it was busy with people coming in to pay for and pick up their new treasures. I was going through many, many invoices either collecting their money, or calling to let them know they were the winning bidder. This was just a "regular" auction, not a premiere auction, so there were many odds and ends sold.
So here is the one I just about busted a gut over.....someone actually bought......"Painting on canvas taped to board of a naked giant and a wagon train and fleeing people!" Gosh, I'm bummed I didn't get that one - NOT! How funny!
The business has a lot of regulars who must buy and sell all the time, because many of them came in, and they've got the procedure down to a science. They were super fun and interesting people!
My co-workers are wonderful, too. There's a jewelry expert, furniture expert, warehouse guys, and everything else any business needs - IT guy, bookkeeper, etc. It's amazing how quickly the "guys" moved the auction items from the auction room to the warehouse. The other front-end person is a 20-year-old young lady named Cedar, who is adorable and seriously knows what she's doing.
The next auction, which is May 9 and 10 is premiere, featuring Asian artifacts. There is an amazing vase, maybe 3-feet high with various family crests on it, that looks extremely valuable going into that one. Beats a "painting on canvas taped to board of a naked giant and a wagon train and fleeing people!"
So, I'm on the auction side. They just had an auction Sunday and Monday, so it was busy with people coming in to pay for and pick up their new treasures. I was going through many, many invoices either collecting their money, or calling to let them know they were the winning bidder. This was just a "regular" auction, not a premiere auction, so there were many odds and ends sold.
So here is the one I just about busted a gut over.....someone actually bought......"Painting on canvas taped to board of a naked giant and a wagon train and fleeing people!" Gosh, I'm bummed I didn't get that one - NOT! How funny!
The business has a lot of regulars who must buy and sell all the time, because many of them came in, and they've got the procedure down to a science. They were super fun and interesting people!
My co-workers are wonderful, too. There's a jewelry expert, furniture expert, warehouse guys, and everything else any business needs - IT guy, bookkeeper, etc. It's amazing how quickly the "guys" moved the auction items from the auction room to the warehouse. The other front-end person is a 20-year-old young lady named Cedar, who is adorable and seriously knows what she's doing.
The next auction, which is May 9 and 10 is premiere, featuring Asian artifacts. There is an amazing vase, maybe 3-feet high with various family crests on it, that looks extremely valuable going into that one. Beats a "painting on canvas taped to board of a naked giant and a wagon train and fleeing people!"
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuxes and Tails - big benefit for the Seattle Humane Society
Wow. The generosity I saw last night was overwhelming. This is definitely an animal town (especially dogs - seems like everybody has one or two).
I've been volunteering at The Seattle Humane Society for several months now as a pet publicist on Friday afternoons. I take pictures of dogs that are available for adoption and put them on the Web site along with a description of the adorable little critter! When I heard about Tuxes and Tails, I knew immediately that I wanted to be involved.
Apparently, this is the 21st year for the event. I was told by another volunteer that the goal was to raise $800,000. Based on what I saw last night, I'm guessing we made it. First off, guests paid $150 per person just to be there. There had to be 500 people in that ballroom. I was working the silent auction, which had a lot of really cool stuff, most of which sold. It was funny, because I was the first bidder on two different restaurant certificates in the silent auction, and when I went back to see how I was faring, the same guy (Schuler) had put a line through and bid all the way to the bottom of the sheet to the max. I wanted to throttle him! However, I take credit for getting his juices going! Then, I REALLY wanted the three wine bottles signed by rock stars (one of which was signed by Mike McCready of Pearl Jam), so I kept creeping up until I was at $53 and on top at the moment. Came back maybe 15 minutes later, and some other dude took it all the way to the bottom of the sheet, too! So, I didn't get anything! Oh well, I bought a raffle ticket!
So, the people in attendance obviously have much more money than me, but I have to say, most of them were so nice and so happy to be there! They were getting their picture taken with dogs, drinking, eating and eventually bidding huge dollars. I was stunned when the cover of the 2011 Humane Society calendar went for $10,500 - in other words, the high bidder paid that to have his dog on the cover! Subsequent months went for anywhere between $1,000 to $2,000. Incredible. One guy just gave them $25,000 and got a huge round of applause, of course. I love the Seattle Humane Society and the work they - well, we - are doing. They are no kill, very, very clean and loving, and they take in dogs other shelters won't, such as injured dogs. They have vets on staff, trainers, groomers, and a foster program - it's just awesome. Amy, who is in charge of all things dog, often takes road trips to bring back dogs from puppy mills or hoarders in other states - many come from California, where they are just overwhelmed with over population. We've also rescued dogs from Eastern Washington.
I'm proud to be a part of it. I'll report in once I find out the total tally from last night, but I know it's going to be huge. Seattle loves it's critters!!!
I've been volunteering at The Seattle Humane Society for several months now as a pet publicist on Friday afternoons. I take pictures of dogs that are available for adoption and put them on the Web site along with a description of the adorable little critter! When I heard about Tuxes and Tails, I knew immediately that I wanted to be involved.
Apparently, this is the 21st year for the event. I was told by another volunteer that the goal was to raise $800,000. Based on what I saw last night, I'm guessing we made it. First off, guests paid $150 per person just to be there. There had to be 500 people in that ballroom. I was working the silent auction, which had a lot of really cool stuff, most of which sold. It was funny, because I was the first bidder on two different restaurant certificates in the silent auction, and when I went back to see how I was faring, the same guy (Schuler) had put a line through and bid all the way to the bottom of the sheet to the max. I wanted to throttle him! However, I take credit for getting his juices going! Then, I REALLY wanted the three wine bottles signed by rock stars (one of which was signed by Mike McCready of Pearl Jam), so I kept creeping up until I was at $53 and on top at the moment. Came back maybe 15 minutes later, and some other dude took it all the way to the bottom of the sheet, too! So, I didn't get anything! Oh well, I bought a raffle ticket!
So, the people in attendance obviously have much more money than me, but I have to say, most of them were so nice and so happy to be there! They were getting their picture taken with dogs, drinking, eating and eventually bidding huge dollars. I was stunned when the cover of the 2011 Humane Society calendar went for $10,500 - in other words, the high bidder paid that to have his dog on the cover! Subsequent months went for anywhere between $1,000 to $2,000. Incredible. One guy just gave them $25,000 and got a huge round of applause, of course. I love the Seattle Humane Society and the work they - well, we - are doing. They are no kill, very, very clean and loving, and they take in dogs other shelters won't, such as injured dogs. They have vets on staff, trainers, groomers, and a foster program - it's just awesome. Amy, who is in charge of all things dog, often takes road trips to bring back dogs from puppy mills or hoarders in other states - many come from California, where they are just overwhelmed with over population. We've also rescued dogs from Eastern Washington.
I'm proud to be a part of it. I'll report in once I find out the total tally from last night, but I know it's going to be huge. Seattle loves it's critters!!!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Tip-toeing through the Tulips
Yesterday I made the drive to the Skagit Valley for the annual Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, which lasts the entire month of April. The valley is about 60 miles north of Seattle - equal distance south from Vancouver, B.C. I had heard this was quite spectacular, and since it was a beautiful day, so I made the trip.
First I went to a nearby town called LaConner, which is on the water, for lunch at a seaside restaurant. What a darling little town! Quaint, artsy - it reminded me a great deal of the towns on Whidbey Island. While I sat and had my salad on the deck, I saw a seal swim by, several boats and even a landing by a float plane.
So onward to one of the two major tulip fields, Roozengaarde. Roozengaarde is a bulb farm founded by William A. Roozen, who passed away in 2002. On a business trip in 1946, he passed through the Pacific Northwest and when he reached the Skagit Valley, he knew he was to return and grow bulbs just as his family did in Holland in the early 1700s. There's even a little Dutch windmill there!
Wow! I've never seen such spectacular color! It's absolutely breathtaking. Acres of tulips of many different varieties. It was so beautiful.
I sort of felt like I was at the Gorge Amphitheatre, due to the traffic issues. Once you get back there, just like the Gorge, it's country roads, and when everybody decides to leave (at the same time) it's a freaking nightmare. It took an hour and a half for me to get back to I-5 (about 10 miles). Crazy. Next time I'll go on a weekday.
I didn't make it to Tulip Town, the other enormous field, because I was worried about time, but it was still very impressive.
First I went to a nearby town called LaConner, which is on the water, for lunch at a seaside restaurant. What a darling little town! Quaint, artsy - it reminded me a great deal of the towns on Whidbey Island. While I sat and had my salad on the deck, I saw a seal swim by, several boats and even a landing by a float plane.
So onward to one of the two major tulip fields, Roozengaarde. Roozengaarde is a bulb farm founded by William A. Roozen, who passed away in 2002. On a business trip in 1946, he passed through the Pacific Northwest and when he reached the Skagit Valley, he knew he was to return and grow bulbs just as his family did in Holland in the early 1700s. There's even a little Dutch windmill there!
Wow! I've never seen such spectacular color! It's absolutely breathtaking. Acres of tulips of many different varieties. It was so beautiful.
I sort of felt like I was at the Gorge Amphitheatre, due to the traffic issues. Once you get back there, just like the Gorge, it's country roads, and when everybody decides to leave (at the same time) it's a freaking nightmare. It took an hour and a half for me to get back to I-5 (about 10 miles). Crazy. Next time I'll go on a weekday.
I didn't make it to Tulip Town, the other enormous field, because I was worried about time, but it was still very impressive.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Trapeze Class!!!
Today I did something I've never done before, or even thought I'd do. I took a 2-hour flying trapeze class at the School of Acrobatics and New Circus Acts, School of Flight, in south downtown Seattle. I was intrigued when it came up as a Living Social Daily Deal for $30, or half-off. I thought, that sounds fun....
My God, this was one of the hardest things I've ever done! Yet it was one of the coolest things I've ever done! I was one of 6 students today, all female. The youngest, Corrina, was 12, and had done this before. The other four ladies were all late 30s, early 40s, and were first-timers, too.
We had three instructors, one on the ground, and two on the 30-foot (!) platform. I forgot the ground instructor's name, but she was fabulous as were Jeff and Vivian up above. They were all very supportive, and knew we were scared to death!
We started on the ground with a good warm-up, some jumping jacks, stretches and so on.
Corrina led the way, and stunned and amazed us. Oh to be that young and limber again! The other four were all together (it was one's 40th birthday gig), so they all looked at me, and up I went first!
Going up the ladder (which rattled because it's metal, but very sturdy - and you already have a safety device hooked to you) I began to think, "what the hell am I doing?" When I got to the platform I was freaking terrified.
The scariest and really hardest part is getting hold of the bar. Well, they clip all kinds of harnesses to you, thank heavens! So, first you chalk up your hands, then they bring the bar in, and you grab it with your right hand. Meantime, your left arm is hanging on for dear life on the platform. BUT - eventually you have to straighten up, push your chest and hips up and forward and your left arm is now straight. Let me tell you, that bar is heavy, too. Here's where I froze. I couldn't let go. I was mortified. I mean, I was hanging out over a long-way down. But eventually I did it. Whew!
Now, you're leaning forward, and they've got hold of the back of your harness. Then, on the cue, you bend your knees, and when they say "Hup" you let go. And you're off!!
Holy Crap!! It's actually kind of fun once you are airborne! Then, at the "Hup" command from the ground, you let go, and land on your butt in the net. Sound easy? Try it!!!
Anyway, we each got four jumps, attempting the two beginners tricks. The first one is getting your legs over the bar and just swinging upside down, then getting back up. Right. Myself and one other girl couldn't do it. I tried so hard, I really did. Then, the other is the somersault then landing on your butt in the net. I damn near made it, but I was afraid to let go of the bar.
Oh well, I tried. I really did. Vivian told me some people have just come back down the ladder, so that made me feel good!
So, check that one off the bucket list. Next, I have a helicopter ride scheduled in June, but that will be tame I think compared to this! I would also like to skydive someday! What's wrong with me?!
My God, this was one of the hardest things I've ever done! Yet it was one of the coolest things I've ever done! I was one of 6 students today, all female. The youngest, Corrina, was 12, and had done this before. The other four ladies were all late 30s, early 40s, and were first-timers, too.
We had three instructors, one on the ground, and two on the 30-foot (!) platform. I forgot the ground instructor's name, but she was fabulous as were Jeff and Vivian up above. They were all very supportive, and knew we were scared to death!
We started on the ground with a good warm-up, some jumping jacks, stretches and so on.
Corrina led the way, and stunned and amazed us. Oh to be that young and limber again! The other four were all together (it was one's 40th birthday gig), so they all looked at me, and up I went first!
Going up the ladder (which rattled because it's metal, but very sturdy - and you already have a safety device hooked to you) I began to think, "what the hell am I doing?" When I got to the platform I was freaking terrified.
The scariest and really hardest part is getting hold of the bar. Well, they clip all kinds of harnesses to you, thank heavens! So, first you chalk up your hands, then they bring the bar in, and you grab it with your right hand. Meantime, your left arm is hanging on for dear life on the platform. BUT - eventually you have to straighten up, push your chest and hips up and forward and your left arm is now straight. Let me tell you, that bar is heavy, too. Here's where I froze. I couldn't let go. I was mortified. I mean, I was hanging out over a long-way down. But eventually I did it. Whew!
Now, you're leaning forward, and they've got hold of the back of your harness. Then, on the cue, you bend your knees, and when they say "Hup" you let go. And you're off!!
Holy Crap!! It's actually kind of fun once you are airborne! Then, at the "Hup" command from the ground, you let go, and land on your butt in the net. Sound easy? Try it!!!
Anyway, we each got four jumps, attempting the two beginners tricks. The first one is getting your legs over the bar and just swinging upside down, then getting back up. Right. Myself and one other girl couldn't do it. I tried so hard, I really did. Then, the other is the somersault then landing on your butt in the net. I damn near made it, but I was afraid to let go of the bar.
Oh well, I tried. I really did. Vivian told me some people have just come back down the ladder, so that made me feel good!
So, check that one off the bucket list. Next, I have a helicopter ride scheduled in June, but that will be tame I think compared to this! I would also like to skydive someday! What's wrong with me?!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Big-time women's fast-pitch softball
I was ALWAYS the last to be picked for the "team" when I was in elementary and middle school. No one wanted the skinny uncoordinated kid. So, I've never been fond of team sports. However, I do like baseball since my son played for so many years (and was quite good).
My friend Sherry came over to visit...she was here Thursday and Friday night. Sherry plays softball and lives for it. She had tickets for one of a three-game series between the University of Washington Huskies (go Dawgs!) vs. the UCLA Bruins Friday night. Cool I thought.
Sherry has the autographs of a couple other big-time softball ladies, but one of her "bucket list" wishes was to get the autograph of Lisa Fernandez, one of the coaches now for UCLA, but also a three-time Olympian known as "greatest of them all."
Sherry couldn't have picked a worse weekend weather-wise. A storm blew in Friday that was just awful. Windy as hell, and then when it rained it was sideways...cold, cold, cold. But we bundled up, got our $3 cups of coffee at the concession and settled in for game two Friday night. UCLA beat UW 1-0 the first night.
After all the warming up and introductions, I have to say my jaw dropped open when Danielle Lawrie, UW's pitcher, starting throwing those mothers! Holy crap! It sounded like a firecracker going off when the ball would hit the catcher's mitt. This chick can pitch - fast!!!! Sherry said she's a huge big deal....she's a senior this year, and UW are defending champions of the World Series of College Softball. I really dug her, too, because she's stunning, and had on a sparkly pink headband!
The pitcher for UCLA was awesome, too. It was interesting watching her wind up. She would point her left foot into the mound, then sort of dip her head, then come back up winding the ball and whale it at the batter. And she was just a tiny little thing! Sherry said they all have their own unique style.
So, I was getting into it. They are so damn good, it's hard for anyone to score. The first inning ended 0-0, and then the rain came back, so the "rain delay" sign came on. Out come the field gophers to cover things up, and we all ran for shelter in this huge building with an indoor track going around a huge indoor field for practicing pretty much anything.
So there we are, and over to our right is the entire UCLA team, including Sherry's idol, Lisa Fernandez. Sherry was so nervous, but hey, this was her chance. We slinked over there, and had to make our way through all of these amazing athletes (I'm thinking, please God, don't hit me), to get to Fernandez. She was extremely gracious, giving Sherry her autograph, and allowing me to photograph them together.
Sherry was on cloud 9. Then we look at the photo, and she looks mortified! It was awful...Lisa is smiling, and Sherry is looking horrified.
The rain lifts, back out we go. Second inning, no score, third inning, each team scores, damn exciting. Back comes the rain, and by now, I was starting to lose feeling in my fingers because my gloves got wet. I headed to my car to warm up, when Sherry ran after me, because they called another rain delay.
So, we're sitting in the car, and Sherry is super bummed with the photo. Meantime, people are streaming out of the stadium and leaving. Having sufficiently thawed, we went back into the big building to see what was going on.
UCLA was all huddled inside again, and having major discussions. It was still raining and cold. They decided to suspend play until the next day. Now with the pressure off Lisa Hernandez, she was posing for photos with other people, so we swooped in for the kill. I got two awesome pictures of Sherry with her, and I swear, she (Sherry) was the happiest woman on earth!
Too bad Sherry had to head out the next morning, because they picked up where they left off and Danielle Lawrie (pink headband) threw 9 1/2 scoreless innings to win 3-1 in the game that was continued and one that followed immediately, which UW also won 7-2!
So, I have a whole new appreciation for these women. They are an inspiration! And Sherry - she's an inspiration to me, too. I need to watch her play one of these days. All the players were amazing. When someone got what I thought was a killer hit (surely they'd run around all the bases), some out there in outfield caught the sucker! I told Sherry it would either a.) hit me in the head if I tried to catch it, or b.) I'd just duck! Yeah, no one is picking me for a team anytime soon!
My friend Sherry came over to visit...she was here Thursday and Friday night. Sherry plays softball and lives for it. She had tickets for one of a three-game series between the University of Washington Huskies (go Dawgs!) vs. the UCLA Bruins Friday night. Cool I thought.
Sherry has the autographs of a couple other big-time softball ladies, but one of her "bucket list" wishes was to get the autograph of Lisa Fernandez, one of the coaches now for UCLA, but also a three-time Olympian known as "greatest of them all."
Sherry couldn't have picked a worse weekend weather-wise. A storm blew in Friday that was just awful. Windy as hell, and then when it rained it was sideways...cold, cold, cold. But we bundled up, got our $3 cups of coffee at the concession and settled in for game two Friday night. UCLA beat UW 1-0 the first night.
After all the warming up and introductions, I have to say my jaw dropped open when Danielle Lawrie, UW's pitcher, starting throwing those mothers! Holy crap! It sounded like a firecracker going off when the ball would hit the catcher's mitt. This chick can pitch - fast!!!! Sherry said she's a huge big deal....she's a senior this year, and UW are defending champions of the World Series of College Softball. I really dug her, too, because she's stunning, and had on a sparkly pink headband!
The pitcher for UCLA was awesome, too. It was interesting watching her wind up. She would point her left foot into the mound, then sort of dip her head, then come back up winding the ball and whale it at the batter. And she was just a tiny little thing! Sherry said they all have their own unique style.
So, I was getting into it. They are so damn good, it's hard for anyone to score. The first inning ended 0-0, and then the rain came back, so the "rain delay" sign came on. Out come the field gophers to cover things up, and we all ran for shelter in this huge building with an indoor track going around a huge indoor field for practicing pretty much anything.
So there we are, and over to our right is the entire UCLA team, including Sherry's idol, Lisa Fernandez. Sherry was so nervous, but hey, this was her chance. We slinked over there, and had to make our way through all of these amazing athletes (I'm thinking, please God, don't hit me), to get to Fernandez. She was extremely gracious, giving Sherry her autograph, and allowing me to photograph them together.
Sherry was on cloud 9. Then we look at the photo, and she looks mortified! It was awful...Lisa is smiling, and Sherry is looking horrified.
The rain lifts, back out we go. Second inning, no score, third inning, each team scores, damn exciting. Back comes the rain, and by now, I was starting to lose feeling in my fingers because my gloves got wet. I headed to my car to warm up, when Sherry ran after me, because they called another rain delay.
So, we're sitting in the car, and Sherry is super bummed with the photo. Meantime, people are streaming out of the stadium and leaving. Having sufficiently thawed, we went back into the big building to see what was going on.
UCLA was all huddled inside again, and having major discussions. It was still raining and cold. They decided to suspend play until the next day. Now with the pressure off Lisa Hernandez, she was posing for photos with other people, so we swooped in for the kill. I got two awesome pictures of Sherry with her, and I swear, she (Sherry) was the happiest woman on earth!
Too bad Sherry had to head out the next morning, because they picked up where they left off and Danielle Lawrie (pink headband) threw 9 1/2 scoreless innings to win 3-1 in the game that was continued and one that followed immediately, which UW also won 7-2!
So, I have a whole new appreciation for these women. They are an inspiration! And Sherry - she's an inspiration to me, too. I need to watch her play one of these days. All the players were amazing. When someone got what I thought was a killer hit (surely they'd run around all the bases), some out there in outfield caught the sucker! I told Sherry it would either a.) hit me in the head if I tried to catch it, or b.) I'd just duck! Yeah, no one is picking me for a team anytime soon!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Michael Franti and Spearhead!!
This was the best day so far in my life as a Seattle-ite! I happened to be the 10th caller a week or so ago, and won a ticket to see Michael Franti and Spearhead perform live in the studio at the Mountain radio station, called the Mountain Music Lounge. They are opening for John Mayer tonight at the Key Arena, which I passed on due to a.) money, and b.) the acoustics suck in there! So I was super psyched to win this opportunity.
Now, I didn't know a lot about Michael, but like everyone else, "Say Hey (I love you)," that infectious, happy tune, reeled me in last year, along with "Hey World (All Rebel Rockers)."
I got to the studio on time at 12:15 p.m. The sun was shining, it was warm out, and I scored parking right in front of the building at 1100 Olive Way. God was smiling on me! Up to the 16th floor, and we were whisked into a lovely view room, with pizza and beverages, and desserts waiting for us. There were some other contest winners, others who paid and then just those important looking people who get in everywhere. Everyone was really fun and excited!
Once the band arrived we were swept into the lounge where there were seats and a small stage. I was in the front row, no less than 5-feet from the band! Michael is very tall and handsome - and he hasn't worn shoes for 10 years! Although the music is reggae, reggae fusion, rock-ish, funky with a tinge of hip-hop, he is Native American, African American, Irish, German and French - a real mutt! But he's gorgeous with sparkling dark-brown eyes, and a fit yoga physique. To Michael's right was bassist Carl Young, who has been with him "forever," then to Michael's left, former studio engineer now guitarist, J Boogie, who had THE most infectious smile I've ever seen! He was sooo happy, and enjoying himself sooo much. After the set he came right up to me, and I remarked on his happiness, and he said it was me - he was watching me, and thought MY smile was infectious! I'm in love!
Then, the gorgeous Jolene, a singer with the most beautiful face and voice - like an angel.
They opened with the title track from their forthcoming CD (due in summer) called "Sound of Sunshine." It's a very optimistic song, and Michael's introduction was touching. For a time, I was able to let it go - all the shit, you know? He said we all need to practice sunshine, wake up every morning and feel glad to be alive. He told a story of how he got sick (recently) in Italy, and the Italian doctors told him it was his gall bladder. So, he got back to the states, meanwhile getting sicker and sicker, and was told it was a hernia. It turned out to be a ruptured appendix....his belly was distended and it looked like he was four months pregnant! Anyway, it damn near killed him, so with this new CD he's examining life and death.
Much of his work has had a political/activist theme. For example, he was in Iraq in 2004 singing in the streets. He told a funny story about how he was singing "you can bomb the world to pieces, but you can't bomb it to peace" - which he wrote after 9/11 (and has made it's way to t-shirts and protest signs all over the world) - and the people just wanted him to play one of his happy songs - no more war songs!
Anyway, the next song they did in the studio, will also be on the new CD, and was called "Hey, Hey, Hey." He said they couldn't come up with a better title! It was very cool. Regarding "Say Hey (I love you)," which put them on the map, he said he was really sort of blown away, because the CD had been out awhile, and the song just kept picking up steam. Then one night they were in Minneapolis, and he had on a top 40 station, and he said they were playing "Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift...then Michael Franti and Spearhead?" Blew him away. It was funny!
He said when they perform now, often times the crowd is diggin' them (because they are so good), but then when they do that song, it's like, "Oh, it's these guys!"
When asked about life on the road, well times have changed. These guys don't throw TVs out their hotel room windows or any such nonsense. Michael said, "maybe we'll throw our cell phones off our yoga mats."
Cute.
The third song, "I'll be Waiting," was very sweet, also to appear on the upcoming CD. Right now Michael is building a yoga retreat center in Bali, called "Stay Human," also the name of a 2000 CD. We are all invited to come!
So, the big question, about John Mayer, who they are on tour with: Mayer, as you may or may not know, has caused quite the media storm lately. Highly publicized romances with Jennifer Aniston and Jessica Simpson, then a couple of pretty bad interviews, particularly one in Playboy, made him look like a real ass. He made some pretty disparaging remarks about women, people of color, etc.
Michael said he has talked to John about it, and he feels really bad.
"He's going through a lot of transformation right now."
No doubt. Michael said Mayer is indeed a very gifted singer/songwriter, and especially guitarist, and he's really trying to change his image with this tour. We can only hope, because I'm a fan, but he has behaved very badly. Now I wish I was at the show.
So, they closed out our little show with - of course - "Say Hey," and it was rollicking! Everyone was clapping and J Boogie was on his feet jamming it out on his guitar, like 2-feet from me. Did I mention I love him?
After the show, we all got personally autographed really cool posters, and a meet and greet. I hugged every single one of them, and we chatted it up...got my picture taken with the band. And Michael like my necklace! I was wearing my Swarovski crystal peace sign necklace I got in Paris.
This was just the best day. Sunshine, great music, peace and love!
Now, I didn't know a lot about Michael, but like everyone else, "Say Hey (I love you)," that infectious, happy tune, reeled me in last year, along with "Hey World (All Rebel Rockers)."
I got to the studio on time at 12:15 p.m. The sun was shining, it was warm out, and I scored parking right in front of the building at 1100 Olive Way. God was smiling on me! Up to the 16th floor, and we were whisked into a lovely view room, with pizza and beverages, and desserts waiting for us. There were some other contest winners, others who paid and then just those important looking people who get in everywhere. Everyone was really fun and excited!
Once the band arrived we were swept into the lounge where there were seats and a small stage. I was in the front row, no less than 5-feet from the band! Michael is very tall and handsome - and he hasn't worn shoes for 10 years! Although the music is reggae, reggae fusion, rock-ish, funky with a tinge of hip-hop, he is Native American, African American, Irish, German and French - a real mutt! But he's gorgeous with sparkling dark-brown eyes, and a fit yoga physique. To Michael's right was bassist Carl Young, who has been with him "forever," then to Michael's left, former studio engineer now guitarist, J Boogie, who had THE most infectious smile I've ever seen! He was sooo happy, and enjoying himself sooo much. After the set he came right up to me, and I remarked on his happiness, and he said it was me - he was watching me, and thought MY smile was infectious! I'm in love!
Then, the gorgeous Jolene, a singer with the most beautiful face and voice - like an angel.
They opened with the title track from their forthcoming CD (due in summer) called "Sound of Sunshine." It's a very optimistic song, and Michael's introduction was touching. For a time, I was able to let it go - all the shit, you know? He said we all need to practice sunshine, wake up every morning and feel glad to be alive. He told a story of how he got sick (recently) in Italy, and the Italian doctors told him it was his gall bladder. So, he got back to the states, meanwhile getting sicker and sicker, and was told it was a hernia. It turned out to be a ruptured appendix....his belly was distended and it looked like he was four months pregnant! Anyway, it damn near killed him, so with this new CD he's examining life and death.
Much of his work has had a political/activist theme. For example, he was in Iraq in 2004 singing in the streets. He told a funny story about how he was singing "you can bomb the world to pieces, but you can't bomb it to peace" - which he wrote after 9/11 (and has made it's way to t-shirts and protest signs all over the world) - and the people just wanted him to play one of his happy songs - no more war songs!
Anyway, the next song they did in the studio, will also be on the new CD, and was called "Hey, Hey, Hey." He said they couldn't come up with a better title! It was very cool. Regarding "Say Hey (I love you)," which put them on the map, he said he was really sort of blown away, because the CD had been out awhile, and the song just kept picking up steam. Then one night they were in Minneapolis, and he had on a top 40 station, and he said they were playing "Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift...then Michael Franti and Spearhead?" Blew him away. It was funny!
He said when they perform now, often times the crowd is diggin' them (because they are so good), but then when they do that song, it's like, "Oh, it's these guys!"
When asked about life on the road, well times have changed. These guys don't throw TVs out their hotel room windows or any such nonsense. Michael said, "maybe we'll throw our cell phones off our yoga mats."
Cute.
The third song, "I'll be Waiting," was very sweet, also to appear on the upcoming CD. Right now Michael is building a yoga retreat center in Bali, called "Stay Human," also the name of a 2000 CD. We are all invited to come!
So, the big question, about John Mayer, who they are on tour with: Mayer, as you may or may not know, has caused quite the media storm lately. Highly publicized romances with Jennifer Aniston and Jessica Simpson, then a couple of pretty bad interviews, particularly one in Playboy, made him look like a real ass. He made some pretty disparaging remarks about women, people of color, etc.
Michael said he has talked to John about it, and he feels really bad.
"He's going through a lot of transformation right now."
No doubt. Michael said Mayer is indeed a very gifted singer/songwriter, and especially guitarist, and he's really trying to change his image with this tour. We can only hope, because I'm a fan, but he has behaved very badly. Now I wish I was at the show.
So, they closed out our little show with - of course - "Say Hey," and it was rollicking! Everyone was clapping and J Boogie was on his feet jamming it out on his guitar, like 2-feet from me. Did I mention I love him?
After the show, we all got personally autographed really cool posters, and a meet and greet. I hugged every single one of them, and we chatted it up...got my picture taken with the band. And Michael like my necklace! I was wearing my Swarovski crystal peace sign necklace I got in Paris.
This was just the best day. Sunshine, great music, peace and love!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
The Experience
Today I went to the Experience Music Project, to see an exhibit called "Taking Aim; Unforgettable Rock-n-Roll Photographs, selected by Graham Nash."
I haven't been to the EMP since I moved here, but I've been there a couple of times before. If you don't know what it is, it's the Paul Allen funded museum devoted to rock-n-roll. It's the building that looks like a smashed guitar from the air, designed by Frank O. Gehry...weird looking, but cool.
Anyway, I loved the exhibit. I have several really awesome books of rock-n-roll photos, but there were several here I've never seen. Graham Nash took several of them - I didn't know, but he is an accomplished photographer, as well as a musician.
One photo that was particularly mesmerizing to me, was of a young Mick Jagger, in very tight silver shorts (and they were short) standing on sand in a studio, taken by the great Fancesco Scavullo. I just kept staring at it. I don't care what anyone says about Mick, but he was a fine looking specimen when he was young!
There was a huge photo of Charlie Watts (Stones drummer), a profile shot in about 1990. Absolutely stunning. And of course, the psychedelic photos of the Beatles by Richard Avedon.
Some of the photos were so raw, so revealing, I wanted to cry. Johnny Cash at Folsom, Dylan alone in an airport, C,S and N on a front porch of a country home. These images make me yearn for a life I wanted so bad. Beautiful exhibit.
I haven't been to the EMP since I moved here, but I've been there a couple of times before. If you don't know what it is, it's the Paul Allen funded museum devoted to rock-n-roll. It's the building that looks like a smashed guitar from the air, designed by Frank O. Gehry...weird looking, but cool.
Anyway, I loved the exhibit. I have several really awesome books of rock-n-roll photos, but there were several here I've never seen. Graham Nash took several of them - I didn't know, but he is an accomplished photographer, as well as a musician.
One photo that was particularly mesmerizing to me, was of a young Mick Jagger, in very tight silver shorts (and they were short) standing on sand in a studio, taken by the great Fancesco Scavullo. I just kept staring at it. I don't care what anyone says about Mick, but he was a fine looking specimen when he was young!
There was a huge photo of Charlie Watts (Stones drummer), a profile shot in about 1990. Absolutely stunning. And of course, the psychedelic photos of the Beatles by Richard Avedon.
Some of the photos were so raw, so revealing, I wanted to cry. Johnny Cash at Folsom, Dylan alone in an airport, C,S and N on a front porch of a country home. These images make me yearn for a life I wanted so bad. Beautiful exhibit.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Nice bitch
My Abbey (my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel) always attracts attention because she is so damn cute, and not too many people have this breed, but there are many more of them here in Seattle. Today was gorgeous - it got up to 65 and was sunny with little breeze. After my Salsa class, I ran home to get Abbey and go down to Alki Beach, to walk, soak up the sun and watch people. There are plenty of them down there on nice days, including young men (and some old) driving back and forth in their very fancy cars, showing off, trying to impress the ladies I suppose.
We stopped and I had a chicken enchilada and a margarita at Casa Felix, a little joint across from the beach with outside seating. We met another lady with a Cavalier named Roxy. Roxy was a ruby color; Abbey is a tri-color. They were cute together. Upon leaving, we crossed to the beach side, when I heard someone yell "Nice Bitch!" I thought, well how rude, then the dude hangs out the window and yells at me again, "Nice Bitch!" I looked at him and said, "the dog?" Duh...but I've just never heard anyone say that before. So he yells, "what kind of dog is that?" He was in a flashy car with four other dudes. So, I yelled "she's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel!" as they were driving off. I'm not sure he caught it all, but I laughed all the way back to the car.
Even funnier, the other day we went to Lincoln Park, another favorite walking place. As I came back to my car, I could hear loud hip-hop music and heavy bass. It was coming from an SUV parked right next to my car. Inside were four "homeys." So, I smile and I'm loading Abbey into her spot and buckling her into her little safety device, which is really to keep her off of me when I drive. The foursome had all their windows down, of course, and they are watching all of this. The driver says, "what's she got there, a seat belt?" I told him it was necessary to keep her off me. He proceeds to tell me he has to do the same thing with his Shih Tzu or it crawls all over him, too. He says "safety first!" I bid them all farewell, then died laughing imagining this guy with tattoo's and what not with a Shih Tzu.
I love this city. I'm so easily entertained!
We stopped and I had a chicken enchilada and a margarita at Casa Felix, a little joint across from the beach with outside seating. We met another lady with a Cavalier named Roxy. Roxy was a ruby color; Abbey is a tri-color. They were cute together. Upon leaving, we crossed to the beach side, when I heard someone yell "Nice Bitch!" I thought, well how rude, then the dude hangs out the window and yells at me again, "Nice Bitch!" I looked at him and said, "the dog?" Duh...but I've just never heard anyone say that before. So he yells, "what kind of dog is that?" He was in a flashy car with four other dudes. So, I yelled "she's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel!" as they were driving off. I'm not sure he caught it all, but I laughed all the way back to the car.
Even funnier, the other day we went to Lincoln Park, another favorite walking place. As I came back to my car, I could hear loud hip-hop music and heavy bass. It was coming from an SUV parked right next to my car. Inside were four "homeys." So, I smile and I'm loading Abbey into her spot and buckling her into her little safety device, which is really to keep her off of me when I drive. The foursome had all their windows down, of course, and they are watching all of this. The driver says, "what's she got there, a seat belt?" I told him it was necessary to keep her off me. He proceeds to tell me he has to do the same thing with his Shih Tzu or it crawls all over him, too. He says "safety first!" I bid them all farewell, then died laughing imagining this guy with tattoo's and what not with a Shih Tzu.
I love this city. I'm so easily entertained!
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Pink Door
I had guests this past weekend, so we went to The Pink Door Saturday night for dinner. It was the third time I've had dinner there....more than any other place here so far! It's just so....pink! Seriously, the food is great, the wait staff very, very friendly, but the ambiance is key. First off, if you don't know where you're going, you'll never find it. It's located in Post Alley (close to Pike Place Market, but it is indeed an alley).
There's no sign. But the door is pink. You enter from the alley and go down a flight of stairs to the main dining room which has low lights, and trapeze looking gadgets hanging from the ceiling here and there. That's because on Sunday and Monday nights (I just learned) they have actual trapeze artists swinging around in there above the diners! Wow!
The bar, like the dining room is dimly lit with a pink hue to the lighting. There is a small stage where they have live music most nights - usually singer/songwriter types, jazz or blues. It's too cold yet, but they have a really nice outdoor deck with a fabulous view of Elliott Bay.
I had lamb medallions this time - tender and moist, they were perfect. Laurie thoroughly enjoyed the fish special, and Christy had a pasta dish with truffle oil and the most delicious mushrooms! The cocktails were yummy, and our server was right on all the time.
I like this place. It's funky, unpretentious and the food is good! And it's pink!
There's no sign. But the door is pink. You enter from the alley and go down a flight of stairs to the main dining room which has low lights, and trapeze looking gadgets hanging from the ceiling here and there. That's because on Sunday and Monday nights (I just learned) they have actual trapeze artists swinging around in there above the diners! Wow!
The bar, like the dining room is dimly lit with a pink hue to the lighting. There is a small stage where they have live music most nights - usually singer/songwriter types, jazz or blues. It's too cold yet, but they have a really nice outdoor deck with a fabulous view of Elliott Bay.
I had lamb medallions this time - tender and moist, they were perfect. Laurie thoroughly enjoyed the fish special, and Christy had a pasta dish with truffle oil and the most delicious mushrooms! The cocktails were yummy, and our server was right on all the time.
I like this place. It's funky, unpretentious and the food is good! And it's pink!
Friday, March 5, 2010
The bike
From where I live in my West Seattle "hood," it's a bit of a haul to get to the beaches and their wonderful bike trails. So I bought a bike rack for my car at a groovy little bike shop at California and Admiral. Today was gorgeous! Not a cloud in the sky. So, I got the bike and hoisted it onto my new apparatus, which was already on the car.
Now, this isn't just any bike. This is a pink (about the color of my blog - I like pink) Electra cruiser, "The Hawaiian" to be exact, with a big white basket. I got down to Alki, only to realize the basket had been scraping on my car, totally botching up the paint. Then, both tires on the bike were low, so I had a real short ride.
Back up to the groovy bike shop, and the young man who sold me the bike rack came out to look at my situation. A little trick with a bungee cord keeps the basket off the car, and he pumped up my tires. But then the owner of the store comes out, and he's not happy. He doesn't think this particular rack looks dependable with my car, so they want me to come back next week when they get some new ones in, and they'll let me exchange this one for a better one. Of course I'll have to pay the difference, but then again, I really don't relish my bike flying off onto the freeway or something! Really helpful guys. The young guy is named Apples. He's sweet.
Back to the "hood," and I took the bike off my car. Now that the tires were good, I got Abbey, my loyal little doggie, and put her in the basket for a quick ride. She loves it! It's so cute to see this Cavalier riding happily in the basket of a pink bike. No matter who I pass, they always smile or say, "Awww, how cute!"
So, that makes me happy. Sunshine, Abbey in the basket, making people smile.
Now, this isn't just any bike. This is a pink (about the color of my blog - I like pink) Electra cruiser, "The Hawaiian" to be exact, with a big white basket. I got down to Alki, only to realize the basket had been scraping on my car, totally botching up the paint. Then, both tires on the bike were low, so I had a real short ride.
Back up to the groovy bike shop, and the young man who sold me the bike rack came out to look at my situation. A little trick with a bungee cord keeps the basket off the car, and he pumped up my tires. But then the owner of the store comes out, and he's not happy. He doesn't think this particular rack looks dependable with my car, so they want me to come back next week when they get some new ones in, and they'll let me exchange this one for a better one. Of course I'll have to pay the difference, but then again, I really don't relish my bike flying off onto the freeway or something! Really helpful guys. The young guy is named Apples. He's sweet.
Back to the "hood," and I took the bike off my car. Now that the tires were good, I got Abbey, my loyal little doggie, and put her in the basket for a quick ride. She loves it! It's so cute to see this Cavalier riding happily in the basket of a pink bike. No matter who I pass, they always smile or say, "Awww, how cute!"
So, that makes me happy. Sunshine, Abbey in the basket, making people smile.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Fred Meyer without food!
How funny....yesterday I was up in Greenwood for my Salsa class, and I noticed a Fred Meyer store really close. So after class, my friend and I poked around in a couple of really nice antique stores, then she took off and I went to the neighborhood Fred's to get some chicken among other things.
Wow, I thought I'd entered the twilight zone. I couldn't find food! Turns out I was in the only Fred Meyer in the state without a grocery section! I needed non-food items such as hand soap, tissue, coffee filters, etc., which I did get. I've always thought Fred's has the best price and selection on cleaning and beauty items.
But, I have no chicken!
Oh, and I got a beautiful bouquet (a dozen) roses for $6.99!
Wow, I thought I'd entered the twilight zone. I couldn't find food! Turns out I was in the only Fred Meyer in the state without a grocery section! I needed non-food items such as hand soap, tissue, coffee filters, etc., which I did get. I've always thought Fred's has the best price and selection on cleaning and beauty items.
But, I have no chicken!
Oh, and I got a beautiful bouquet (a dozen) roses for $6.99!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Luna Park
I think I was born too late. I so enjoy the antics of folks in the early 20th century! I stopped for an early dinner today at a place here in West Seattle (my 'hood) for an early dinner, called Luna Park Cafe. Their sign reads "best happy hour in West Seattle." Okay, I'm in. At first I was skeptical, but once inside, I was transformed. OMG! It's like stepping into a time machine! Booths with Naugahyde covered seats, AND, honest-to-G0d, juke-boxes at each table. Yep, drop in a quarter, and you can hear the likes of Dusty Springfield singing "Son of a Preacher Man," to Marvin Gaye's "I Heard it Through the Grapevine," to "Dancing in the Streets" by Martha Reeves and The Vandellas (all songs I punched in along with "Tell Her No" by The Zombies!) I was in heaven. Two glasses of decent cheap wine and a really, really good taco salad for $20 included tip.
But, the history part just blew my mind. This little cafe is the last vestige of Luna Park, a thriving waterfront amusement park Ala Coney Island, which thrived from 1907 to 1913. It was a 12-acre amusement park on piers over Puget Sound at the Duwamish head. There were fabulous rides, food, bars, and even salt-water swimming pools - a separate one for the ladies with dressing rooms! It was indeed considered the Coney Island of the West. Folks in downtown Seattle could see it all lit up at night, and would travel there by either water taxi or a rail shuttle that sounded absolutely terrifying! Anyway, there was trouble with underage youths drinking at Luna Park and it was closed down except for the swimming pools. But then, a horrible fire took all that out.....they don't know to this day if it was arson or not.
Now, beachcombers at low tide can still find the remaining piers of the great park, or an occasional treasure. And - for my friends in the Spokane area - you know that wonderful carousel in Riverfront Park? Yep, it came from Luna Park.
Anyway, the restaurant has many wonderful historical photos, memorabilia and even a "Batmobile" ride for the kids. It was so wonderful. I love West Seattle.
But, the history part just blew my mind. This little cafe is the last vestige of Luna Park, a thriving waterfront amusement park Ala Coney Island, which thrived from 1907 to 1913. It was a 12-acre amusement park on piers over Puget Sound at the Duwamish head. There were fabulous rides, food, bars, and even salt-water swimming pools - a separate one for the ladies with dressing rooms! It was indeed considered the Coney Island of the West. Folks in downtown Seattle could see it all lit up at night, and would travel there by either water taxi or a rail shuttle that sounded absolutely terrifying! Anyway, there was trouble with underage youths drinking at Luna Park and it was closed down except for the swimming pools. But then, a horrible fire took all that out.....they don't know to this day if it was arson or not.
Now, beachcombers at low tide can still find the remaining piers of the great park, or an occasional treasure. And - for my friends in the Spokane area - you know that wonderful carousel in Riverfront Park? Yep, it came from Luna Park.
Anyway, the restaurant has many wonderful historical photos, memorabilia and even a "Batmobile" ride for the kids. It was so wonderful. I love West Seattle.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Fanfarlo! Did I witness history being made?
I never win anything, but a few weeks ago, I just heard "10th caller" on my new radio station of choice, The Mountain, and I called. Well, by golly, I won, but I wasn't sure what I won. Turned out it was two tickets to see a band called Fanfarlo, last night at The Crocodile. I'd never heard of them, but I had heard of the Crocodile.
Here's what I know: The Crocodile opened in about 1991. Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam and many others all got their feet wet there. So, I'm totally in! Then, the place mysteriously closed a few years ago - nobody knows why. The owner just locked the door and split.
So, a year ago March, it re-opened under new management. It's basically a big floor (very limited seating) and a stage for the bands, and a bar. It's not a dive at all. Very clean. But I digress....
So, my friend who was supposed to go with me had to cancel at the last minute. She was stuck in L.A., so off I went solo. I was alarmed beyond reason to find out there were no tickets for me at will-call. Apparently The Mountain didn't have me on the list. I was pissed. But - this dude came up to will-call who had bought three tickets, and none of his posse made it. So I heard him tell the girl to pass them on. They didn't seem to be finding my name on the "winners list," so I said, "could I be one of the recipients of his unused tickets?" Bam - I'm in. The Mountain is going to hear from me! I llater thanked the dude.
So, I'm in, and it's cool. The opening act was "April Smith and The Great Picture Show." There was April, with four guys - keyboard player, lead guitar, drummer and bass player who often played upright bass. All the guys were in ties, and April had a sort of updated 40s thing going on. I realized after awhile, that they totally reminded me of "Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks." Anybody remember them? God, April had a fabulous voice, really strong. She said it was their first time playing in Seattle, and at one point, I think she forgot where she was, because she said "Thank you Portland." The crowd wasn't pleased but were polite. She realized quickly that she fucked up, and apologized going on about how their bus had trouble, etc. Cute!
Not only did April sing fabulously, she played guitar, and the other guitarist played ukulele and Harmonia. Very, very good. They ended their set with a small segue into Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love." Watch for these kids in the future.
But Fanfarlo - holy crap! Blew me away. They are an English band, and it was so cute....this was their very first performance on U.S. soil! I might have witnessed major history!!!!!
They've already been on the David Letterman show! Fanfarlo is four guys and one girl. The girl, Kelly, plays violin, keyboards, mandolin, mouth organ and extra percussion. God, she's my new hero - she was suffering from a tummy bug, but kept on rockin'! She isn't your typical rock star chick at all - very plain, in baggy clothes - not skin tight Beyonce-like shit.
The leader singer was amazing, also the lead guitarist. The main keyboard guy also played trumpet and xylophone...these people are multi-instrumentalists, seriously!!! Then on the last number, the singer whips out a clarinet and wails on it. The rhythm section pretty much stuck to bass and drums, but they were solid.
So, kids, watch for Fanfarlo. They are going to be huge. And I can say I saw them when!
Here's what I know: The Crocodile opened in about 1991. Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam and many others all got their feet wet there. So, I'm totally in! Then, the place mysteriously closed a few years ago - nobody knows why. The owner just locked the door and split.
So, a year ago March, it re-opened under new management. It's basically a big floor (very limited seating) and a stage for the bands, and a bar. It's not a dive at all. Very clean. But I digress....
So, my friend who was supposed to go with me had to cancel at the last minute. She was stuck in L.A., so off I went solo. I was alarmed beyond reason to find out there were no tickets for me at will-call. Apparently The Mountain didn't have me on the list. I was pissed. But - this dude came up to will-call who had bought three tickets, and none of his posse made it. So I heard him tell the girl to pass them on. They didn't seem to be finding my name on the "winners list," so I said, "could I be one of the recipients of his unused tickets?" Bam - I'm in. The Mountain is going to hear from me! I llater thanked the dude.
So, I'm in, and it's cool. The opening act was "April Smith and The Great Picture Show." There was April, with four guys - keyboard player, lead guitar, drummer and bass player who often played upright bass. All the guys were in ties, and April had a sort of updated 40s thing going on. I realized after awhile, that they totally reminded me of "Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks." Anybody remember them? God, April had a fabulous voice, really strong. She said it was their first time playing in Seattle, and at one point, I think she forgot where she was, because she said "Thank you Portland." The crowd wasn't pleased but were polite. She realized quickly that she fucked up, and apologized going on about how their bus had trouble, etc. Cute!
Not only did April sing fabulously, she played guitar, and the other guitarist played ukulele and Harmonia. Very, very good. They ended their set with a small segue into Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love." Watch for these kids in the future.
But Fanfarlo - holy crap! Blew me away. They are an English band, and it was so cute....this was their very first performance on U.S. soil! I might have witnessed major history!!!!!
They've already been on the David Letterman show! Fanfarlo is four guys and one girl. The girl, Kelly, plays violin, keyboards, mandolin, mouth organ and extra percussion. God, she's my new hero - she was suffering from a tummy bug, but kept on rockin'! She isn't your typical rock star chick at all - very plain, in baggy clothes - not skin tight Beyonce-like shit.
The leader singer was amazing, also the lead guitarist. The main keyboard guy also played trumpet and xylophone...these people are multi-instrumentalists, seriously!!! Then on the last number, the singer whips out a clarinet and wails on it. The rhythm section pretty much stuck to bass and drums, but they were solid.
So, kids, watch for Fanfarlo. They are going to be huge. And I can say I saw them when!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Vashon, Salsa and Greenlake
It's been a fun few days. The weather has been stunning, so Thursday I loaded up Abagail (my precious angel dog) and FINALLY took the 15-minute ferry ride to Vashon Island. Vashon sits in Puget Sound very easily accessible from West Seattle where I live, or on it's southern end, super easy to Tacoma. I'd never been there, and thought it was about time.
Back in the day when I was selling real estate in Anchorage, one of my best clients (actually my best client) who died too young last year, used to tell me he wanted to retire on Vashon. Now I see why. There's not much there, but it's beautiful. A quaint little downtown has a few funky cool stores and a few restaurants. I saw a sign for "the best cheeseburger on the island" in front of a little place, so as I was proceeding to tie Abbey up to go in, the owner came out and told me just to bring her in! He gave her water, and indeed I had a good burger and diet Dr. Pepper for $4.90. After that we drove around the island, first stopping at Robinson Point to see the lighthouse and walk the beach. Mt. Rainier was totally in our face, framed by blue sky. Vashon is made up of little farms inland, and darling seaside cottages on the water. I can see why my friend wanted to retire there. Perhaps I will, too. It would honor him....he was my friend, too.
Now, today, my new friend Mira, and I, started a six-week course of Salsa lessons at Sonny Newman Dance Studio in Greenwood where she lives. I got us a hell of a deal on this - $35 for six weeks! What a blast! I've taken Salsa before, so I know it pretty well. But our instructor, Johnny, is a ball of fire! He had us moving fast and it felt great! Really, really energetic. I took a few Salsa classes at another dance place in Seattle, but the instructor spent way too much time talking about the dance, and herself. Heck, I just want to dance! And dance we did. Johnny rocks!
After class, since it was such a great gorgeous day, Mira and I walked all the way around Green Lake, about 2 miles. What a beautiful walk! People were fishing, lovers kissing, dogs smiling, and a guy in a skunk suit (that's right) flew by on in line skates. Too cool. After that we hit the Green Lake Bar and Grill - made happy hour, and had killer salmon burgers and salad, and 2 drinks each for $40 total including tip! Life is not so bad after all, even though it presents it's challenges.
Back in the day when I was selling real estate in Anchorage, one of my best clients (actually my best client) who died too young last year, used to tell me he wanted to retire on Vashon. Now I see why. There's not much there, but it's beautiful. A quaint little downtown has a few funky cool stores and a few restaurants. I saw a sign for "the best cheeseburger on the island" in front of a little place, so as I was proceeding to tie Abbey up to go in, the owner came out and told me just to bring her in! He gave her water, and indeed I had a good burger and diet Dr. Pepper for $4.90. After that we drove around the island, first stopping at Robinson Point to see the lighthouse and walk the beach. Mt. Rainier was totally in our face, framed by blue sky. Vashon is made up of little farms inland, and darling seaside cottages on the water. I can see why my friend wanted to retire there. Perhaps I will, too. It would honor him....he was my friend, too.
Now, today, my new friend Mira, and I, started a six-week course of Salsa lessons at Sonny Newman Dance Studio in Greenwood where she lives. I got us a hell of a deal on this - $35 for six weeks! What a blast! I've taken Salsa before, so I know it pretty well. But our instructor, Johnny, is a ball of fire! He had us moving fast and it felt great! Really, really energetic. I took a few Salsa classes at another dance place in Seattle, but the instructor spent way too much time talking about the dance, and herself. Heck, I just want to dance! And dance we did. Johnny rocks!
After class, since it was such a great gorgeous day, Mira and I walked all the way around Green Lake, about 2 miles. What a beautiful walk! People were fishing, lovers kissing, dogs smiling, and a guy in a skunk suit (that's right) flew by on in line skates. Too cool. After that we hit the Green Lake Bar and Grill - made happy hour, and had killer salmon burgers and salad, and 2 drinks each for $40 total including tip! Life is not so bad after all, even though it presents it's challenges.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Jimi
I finally took the time today to find the statue of Jimi Hendrix on Capitol Hill. The statue itself is wonderful, but I was stunned to see that it's on the sidewalk right on Broadway. I guess I expected it to be in a park, or a protected lovely place...not just right there where it could get wiped out by an errant driver. I just thought it was sort of disrespectful given he's one of Seattle's most famous native sons.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Native Seattle
January as usual was sort of a lost month. But I've spent a great deal of time looking into Seattle's history, specifically indigenous Seattle. There was a specific reason for this, to do with a job I really would like, but even if I don't get the job, this was valuable and fascinating information.
I just finished the book "Native Seattle: Histories from the Crossing-Over Place," by Coll Thrush. It almost made me angry that I am white. The book also gave me understanding of many of the street names, parks, rivers, and monuments in my new city. There are native American images everywhere here in this urban landscape, but few people really know what it all means.
Most people know, or should know, that Seattle's namesake was Chief Seeathl, of Duwamish and Suquamish heritage. They were here first. But Seattle's founders are better known as the Denny party, who came ashore at Alki Point (not far from where I live) in November of 1851. Seeathl and his people welcomed the pioneers, and in turn Arthur Denny and his people worked together with their new neighbors.
Way before this, 1792, the British explorer George Vancouver and his crew mapped out what would be called Puget Sound, named after the guy who did most of the surveying for Vancouver.
But, I digress. The long and short of it is, as with all stories of native Americans getting pushed out of their homeland, things changed.
A treaty called the Treaty of Point Elliott (1855), signed by Seeathl, and several of the Pioneers, giving the indigenous folks the right to hunt, fish, harvest etc. to this day has not been honored. The original "Seattle" tribes - Duwamish, Shilshole, Lakes - were mostly forgotten as tribes from other regions came to the new city.
There's so much it's mind-boggling. But here's the part that really annoys me. The Duwamish river used to meander until it was "straightened out" in the late 19th and early 20th century, destroying many historical indigenous sites. Then, when the Ballard locks were built in 1916, "when Lake Washington dropped with the opening of the ship canal, its outlet, the Black River, ceased to exist" leaving canoes high and dry, and devastating the way of life for the Duwamish. The whole idea of course, was to be able to bring a ship from Puget Sound to Lake Union and on to Lake Washington. I never realized that an entire river disappeared because of this action. Holy shit! Oh - and Harbor Island (at the mouth of the Duwamish River) never existed either - it's man made!
Anyway, as regards the Duwamish Tribe, their status was questioned (as a federally recognized tribe) due to a perceived lapse in leadership in the early 20th century. The lapse was filled in with oral history among other things, and toward the end of the Clinton Administration the Duwamish just about got their recognition. Then GW Bush and his band of idiots came into office and reversed the decision. Right now, they are fighting - STILL - to get the recognition they deserve. The current tribal leader, Cecile Hansen, a tiny yet powerful little lady, who I met Saturday at the one-year anniversary of their new Longhouse, is not giving up. She is Seeathl's great-great grandniece (there may be one more great!). At any rate, they sure as hell deserve it. The city is named after one of their own for Christ's sake!
I'm from Alaska originally - lived there more than half my life, and saw the crap the Native Alaskans had to go through - the prejudice, ridicule at the drunks, etc. The same thing went on here I'm sad to say. The term Skid Road originated here in the early 20th century when most of the Native population was forced into what is now the touristy Pioneer Square area, living in horrible conditions.
Thrush says toward the end of his book "aging pioneers were replaced by aging lefties and upstart cheechakos shape-shifted into venture capitalists from California, but otherwise, the anxieties and conflicts were the same: between native and newcomer, between competing visions of urbanity, between the past and the future."
He says Indian ghosts haunt Seattle to this day. "At Pike Place Market, the apparition of an Indian woman in a shawl and floor-length skirt has appeared for generations in the windows of the magic shop and in the aisles of the bead store," and a murdered Native prostitute pleas have been heard since the Prohibition era in a rambling Victorian home near the Duwamish.
So, I've learned much. I am hoping to get a job with the Duwamish Tribe, but even if I am not chosen, I support their cause, and know a great deal more about this city's rich history.
By the way, they need $128,000 for legal defense. Not much. Give if you can.
I just finished the book "Native Seattle: Histories from the Crossing-Over Place," by Coll Thrush. It almost made me angry that I am white. The book also gave me understanding of many of the street names, parks, rivers, and monuments in my new city. There are native American images everywhere here in this urban landscape, but few people really know what it all means.
Most people know, or should know, that Seattle's namesake was Chief Seeathl, of Duwamish and Suquamish heritage. They were here first. But Seattle's founders are better known as the Denny party, who came ashore at Alki Point (not far from where I live) in November of 1851. Seeathl and his people welcomed the pioneers, and in turn Arthur Denny and his people worked together with their new neighbors.
Way before this, 1792, the British explorer George Vancouver and his crew mapped out what would be called Puget Sound, named after the guy who did most of the surveying for Vancouver.
But, I digress. The long and short of it is, as with all stories of native Americans getting pushed out of their homeland, things changed.
A treaty called the Treaty of Point Elliott (1855), signed by Seeathl, and several of the Pioneers, giving the indigenous folks the right to hunt, fish, harvest etc. to this day has not been honored. The original "Seattle" tribes - Duwamish, Shilshole, Lakes - were mostly forgotten as tribes from other regions came to the new city.
There's so much it's mind-boggling. But here's the part that really annoys me. The Duwamish river used to meander until it was "straightened out" in the late 19th and early 20th century, destroying many historical indigenous sites. Then, when the Ballard locks were built in 1916, "when Lake Washington dropped with the opening of the ship canal, its outlet, the Black River, ceased to exist" leaving canoes high and dry, and devastating the way of life for the Duwamish. The whole idea of course, was to be able to bring a ship from Puget Sound to Lake Union and on to Lake Washington. I never realized that an entire river disappeared because of this action. Holy shit! Oh - and Harbor Island (at the mouth of the Duwamish River) never existed either - it's man made!
Anyway, as regards the Duwamish Tribe, their status was questioned (as a federally recognized tribe) due to a perceived lapse in leadership in the early 20th century. The lapse was filled in with oral history among other things, and toward the end of the Clinton Administration the Duwamish just about got their recognition. Then GW Bush and his band of idiots came into office and reversed the decision. Right now, they are fighting - STILL - to get the recognition they deserve. The current tribal leader, Cecile Hansen, a tiny yet powerful little lady, who I met Saturday at the one-year anniversary of their new Longhouse, is not giving up. She is Seeathl's great-great grandniece (there may be one more great!). At any rate, they sure as hell deserve it. The city is named after one of their own for Christ's sake!
I'm from Alaska originally - lived there more than half my life, and saw the crap the Native Alaskans had to go through - the prejudice, ridicule at the drunks, etc. The same thing went on here I'm sad to say. The term Skid Road originated here in the early 20th century when most of the Native population was forced into what is now the touristy Pioneer Square area, living in horrible conditions.
Thrush says toward the end of his book "aging pioneers were replaced by aging lefties and upstart cheechakos shape-shifted into venture capitalists from California, but otherwise, the anxieties and conflicts were the same: between native and newcomer, between competing visions of urbanity, between the past and the future."
He says Indian ghosts haunt Seattle to this day. "At Pike Place Market, the apparition of an Indian woman in a shawl and floor-length skirt has appeared for generations in the windows of the magic shop and in the aisles of the bead store," and a murdered Native prostitute pleas have been heard since the Prohibition era in a rambling Victorian home near the Duwamish.
So, I've learned much. I am hoping to get a job with the Duwamish Tribe, but even if I am not chosen, I support their cause, and know a great deal more about this city's rich history.
By the way, they need $128,000 for legal defense. Not much. Give if you can.
Friday, January 1, 2010
New Years Eve and the bus
For some unknown reason, I've had this irrational fear of taking the bus. Last night, New Years Eve, I really didn't want to hassle with parking, or for that matter being on the road on amateurs night out. So, I braved it, packing the correct change, and my umbrella a.) since it was drizzling, and b.) as a weapon!
I'm not really so frightened of people, as I am of getting on the wrong bus and ending up in Canada or something. But lo and behold, I got to Second and Seneca, walked the eight blocks or so to Pioneer Square, and landed right where I wanted to be, at the Underground Comedy Club, for a gut-busting funny show. I met my new friend Mira, and we had a really fun time. Laughter was a good way to usher in a new year, and say goodbye to the rather awful 2009.
Getting back, the bus was a little late, but those of us waiting at the bus stop at 2nd and Columbia, were a lively group, sharing stories, and even that was fun. To top it off, the bus driver on the return didn't charge us a dime! I guess they are just thrilled that people chose to take the bus on New Years rather than cause problems with their cars.
So, in this fledgling new year, I've already conquered one of my fears! Yay!
I'm not really so frightened of people, as I am of getting on the wrong bus and ending up in Canada or something. But lo and behold, I got to Second and Seneca, walked the eight blocks or so to Pioneer Square, and landed right where I wanted to be, at the Underground Comedy Club, for a gut-busting funny show. I met my new friend Mira, and we had a really fun time. Laughter was a good way to usher in a new year, and say goodbye to the rather awful 2009.
Getting back, the bus was a little late, but those of us waiting at the bus stop at 2nd and Columbia, were a lively group, sharing stories, and even that was fun. To top it off, the bus driver on the return didn't charge us a dime! I guess they are just thrilled that people chose to take the bus on New Years rather than cause problems with their cars.
So, in this fledgling new year, I've already conquered one of my fears! Yay!
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